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November 29, 2012

Black dog biasis a veterinarian and animal shelter phenomenonin
which black dogs are passed over for adoption in favor of lighter-colored
animals.Black
dog bias is also known as "big black dog syndrome." Shelters often use
the term BBD, or big black dog, to describe the type of larger dark-colored
mixed-breed typically passed over by adopters.

Some people believe that during the pet
adoption process some potential owners associate the color black with evil or
misfortune, and this bias transfers over to their choice of dog.Additionally,
many shelters feature photo profiles of their dogs on the shelter website.
Because black dogs do not photograph well, lighter-colored dogs have an
advantage with potential adopters browsing the site. Whatever the reason, black
dogs often languish in shelters for a long, long time through no fault of their
own. I’ve decided to buck that trend by putting black dogs in my novels.

I already shared Ray Charles, my blind,
black Labrador retriever from The Colors of Death. When I started
writing my humorous mystery, Roman Circus, I knew there would be
a dog and son of a gun, a black one showed up! My heroine, Harmony Jane Jones,
finds a black puppy in dire straits and rescues him. You’ll just have to read
the book to find out how! Here’s the beginning of Roman Circus.

Monday I dashed out of my apartment
wrapped in a towel after my shower to get the newspaper. My cat, named Cat,
closed the door, locking me out. I was late for work.

Tuesday my office computer crashed.
Unfortunately, I had neglected to back up my work for a while - I think it was
a year. My boss was not happy.

Wednesday the Number Ten bus
flattened Cat. After corpse retrieval and burial arrangements, I arrived late
for work.

Thursday, my car died. I had to take
the Number Ten bus with all its horrid memories. I was late for work.

Friday, I got fired.

Saturday, Eric, my boyfriend of two
years, broke up with me after he decided he was still in love with his college
sweetheart, Bruce.

Sunday I picked up the classified
section of the newspaper and saw this ad:

Doggy tip: if your canine friend
has dry itchy skin, before you go to the vet for expensive tests, try this. Get
a bag of Missing Link. You can find it in any pet store. Missing Link comes in
granules that can be sprinkled on your dog’s food. It’s a fatty acid that
lubricates your dog’s skin and makes his coat glow!

This entry is a bit short but it’s
difficult for me to write about dogs right now. On November 16th we
lost our beloved 10-year-old yellow Lab, Tara. She was a very sick girl, and
nothing could be done, so I held her and told her what a wonderful girl she had
always been and how much we loved her. The vet sent her to the Rainbow Bridge
to play with Shadow, Dingo, Princes, Talbot, Clarkie and Molly while she waits
for us.

Till next time – kiss your dog ,
tell her you love her and hold her tight.

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Bottom floor

Top floor has unique lit flowers for lights; single on left, trio on right

November 15, 2012

In 1994, I lost my beloved Keeshond,
Talbot. He was diabetic, blind and nearly 13 years old, so when he went to the
Rainbow Bridge, it wasn’t unexpected, just devastating. Through my sobs of
grief, I told my husband I didn’t want any more dogs, it was just too hard to
lose them. We’ve all been there so you can image what happened next. I lasted
exactly two weeks, and the empty, silent – hairless home became unbearable. We decided
to get another dog. Because of the research I’d done on Labrador retriever so
my humorous mystery The Colors of Death, we decided to get a Lab. But wait – we’d
always had two dogs, why not get two from the same litter? Let me tell you
right now – NEVER get two – or more dogs, from the same litter! They are very
bonded and hard to train and what’s worse, when one goes, the other is not far
behind. But that’s another story.

We came to love the breed and our
two pups, Clark and Molly, even though they were a challenge. With all my
previous dogs, I’d just put out dry food and let them eat when they felt like
it. I learned quickly, you do not do that with Labs! They tend toward being
overweight to begin with, and if you free-feed them, they’ll eat until they
blowup or throw up. By the time they got
through that Lab puppy stage at about four (Labs mature WAY later than most
dogs) we found we had two HUGE dogs, both over 110 lbs! Yes, they were chubby
but also just BIG! I switched to low calorie food, supplemented their grub with
fresh veggies, walked and play with them more but….Labs seem to live on air and
it’s hard to get them to lose weight.

While all this was going on, I’d
started to write another humorous mystery.
I have at least one dog in all my books, so decided to put a chubby Lab
in this one. For some reason, he told me he was a big yellow boy and his name
was Chauncy. The name of that book is, FINDER

Chapter One

“I need a
good idea on how to kill someone,” Carol Reston said.

Her
husband, David, fiddled with his wiry beard for a moment a faraway look in his
eyes, quiet, thinking.

“Don’t you have a notebook full of ways, not only on how
to kill people but methods for getting rid of the bodies, too?”

“Right,
right.” She looked down once more at the large brown envelope clutched in her
sweaty hand resting on her lap. “Okay, I guess what I need more of a story
idea, a plot, but something really weird.”

For the
first time, David looked at his wife and noticed what she clutched in her hand.

“ Another
manuscript rejected by a publisher, honey?”

“Yes.” Depression clung to Carol like a
big wet dog. “I give up.” She blinked to clear her watery vision

. “It’s no use.
I’m going to stop writing.” She worried open the end of the envelope but didn’t
have the heart to pull the rejection letter out.

At the
sound of Carol’s voice, Chauncy, the couple’s overweight yellow Labrador
retriever moseyed out of the bedroom to join his humans in the family room. He
sidled over and leaned against Carol’s thigh. She dropped her hand to his silky
head and rubbed.

“I’ve had
it. I write my brains out day after day send out my work and all I get back are
rejection letters. Who needs it? I quit.” She wiped the tears from her cheek
with the back of her hand and almost put an eye out with the sharp corner of
the envelope. “I will never write again!”

“Okay.”
David’s muted reply echoed out from behind the curtain of newsprint.

“Okay?” The
word squeaked out. “I thought you wanted me to be a writer?” Carol nudged
Chauncy away. He flopped on his butt then stretched out with a groan. She
jumped up, walked to the adjoining kitchen, dropped the envelope on the center
island, went directly to a cupboard and pulled out a chocolate candy bar.

“How do you
expect me to succeed when you don’t support me?” With a rip, she tore the
wrapper off with her teeth and demolished the bar in four huge bites. Every
time another one of her manuscripts was rejected, she ate like a team of
Clydesdales. If she kept eating like this, she would be a three-hundred-pound
divorced woman...and soon.

Once more
the curtain of newsprint came down. “You know I only want you to do what will
make you happy. If you want to write, fine, do it. If you don’t, well, that’s
okay too. All this rejection makes you so miserable I can’t imagine why you
want to keep it up.”

“I have to
write.” Carol gulped down creamy chocolate along with the emotional tears that
threatened to close her throat. “I love it.” Carol felt hot breath on her knee
and looked down to find the adoring Lab gazing up at her. “Sorry, Chauncy, I
ate it all. You know chocolate is bad for you. It kills dogs. I probably just
saved your life.” He didn’t look convinced. “I still think you should help me,”
she told her husband, not the dog.

“Oh no,
you’re the writer. Not me.”

Carol
plastered what she hoped was a seductive smile on her face, ran her tongue
across her front teeth to remove any traces of chocolate and went to kneel in
front of her husband. “It’ll be fun. We’ll write the world’s first romantic-mysterious-science
fiction-pornographic novel set in the west.” She plucked a piece of left-over
from lunch taco chip from his beard and slipped it to the waiting dog. David
barely noticed.

He reached
out and stroked her short blond curls. “What? No horror? No humor?”

“Sure, what
the heck, we’ll put everything into that sucker. It’s bound to sell. What do
you say?”

David
tilted his head, tugged at one of the tangled hairs on his beard and grinned.
“Okay. But I get to do the research for the pornographic part.”

Carol made
a face at him and smacked him playfully on the knee before she jumped to her
feet. David reached up, took her hand and drew her onto his lap. She snuggled
her nose into his neck and inhaled his clean, fresh scent. He kissed her cheek
as he stroked her hair again.

“You’re a
wonderful writer, honey. I know some day you’ll publish a book.”

“I know I will.” Carol couldn’t help the well
of tears that flooded her eyes again. “It’s so hard. I try and try. I write
every damn day. I submit manuscripts and I get nothing but rejections.” She
paused for a moment, a thought wandering through her mind. “Perhaps I’ll write
another romance. They’re hot right now; fifty percent of the books bought in
this country are in the romance genre.” She sat up straighter and her gaze
wandered off. “Something with a ghost. What do think?”

“Seriously?”

Carol’s
head bobbed and she sniffed loudly. “Of course. You know I value your opinion.”

David
reached up and wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “Then I think you
should write what you know. Use your own experiences.”

“But...”

“Babe,
you’ve written what? Six novels?”

“Seven if
you count the sci-fi novella. You know the one with the puce people who have
three eyes?”

“Did I read
that one?”

“You
started. That was the one with the Gloto people fighting with the Platusas.
Remember? You said you refused to read anything about one sentient people
eating another, even if they were from another planet.”

His serious
brown eyes looked like two chocolate drops floating in whipped cream behind the
thick lenses of his horn-rimmed glasses. Carol smiled and thought longingly of
her chocolate stash in the kitchen cupboard. The rejection letter remained
perched on the island, mocking her. She decided to ignore it a bit longer.

David
shifted her weight on his lap and grimaced. “Sheesh, where do you come up with
that stuff anyhow?”

Carol
shrugged. “I don’t honestly know. Ideas just come to me.”

David
shifted his position again and Carol took the hint. She got up went and flopped
in her chair. She really would have to cut back on the candy or he would never
let her back on his lap.

“That’s
what I mean, honey. Write about what you know.” David smiled his encouragement
at her. “Isn’t that what the teacher in your writing class said?”

“Which
one?”

“All of
them, I think.”

David folded his newspaper, set it on the end table and
straightened in his chair. "You keep writing what you think will sell, instead
of what you love.” David leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.
“Tell me something. Which book did you enjoy writing the most?”

Carol
didn’t have to think about it for a second. Death
and Dishonor” my mystery novel. I loved that book. It practically wrote
itself.”

“Then I think you should stick to writing
mysteries.” Leaning back, arms across his broad chest, David reached up and
started fiddling with his beard again. His eyes were focused somewhere over
Carol’s left shoulder. He was going into his professorial mode and her heart
nearly burst with the love that filled her for the big goof. “What did the
editor say in her rejection?”

Carol went
and snatched up the brown envelope again. Instead of a standard form letter, it
was personalized. Well, she’d gotten those before too. Big Deal. Her eyes
scanned the test and she read aloud.

“’While
your writing is very good and professional, your story isn’t believable.’ Ha,
what does she know?” Carol clumped back and flopped in her chair.

David
continued to play with the wiry hairs of his beard. Without looking at her he
said, “Write a mystery but give it a local slant. Make up a small community,
like Oakdale. Have the main character do something you’re familiar with.”

“Like what?
Laundry? Grocery shopping? Tutoring adults to read? Cripes, David, I’m a
housewife living in a suburb of San Diego. I never do anything exciting.”

“Didn’t you
tell me last week that one of your students from the Literacy Center
disappeared? Maybe you could do something with that.”

Carol
rolled her eyes. “Nothing mysterious there. They go missing all the time. Either
they find a job, or discover learning to read is too difficult.” Carol shrugged
again and her head turned toward the cabinet with her stash of chocolate. No,
she’d better not. She had barely been able to zip up her blue jeans this
morning. “I’m glad you mentioned it though. I should call Mrs. Ortega in the
morning and see if she has a new student for me yet.”

“Good idea.
You need a new student.” David picked up the newspaper, and turned several
pages until he found what he was looking for. “Okay, how about this. There’s an
article in the paper today about a young woman from Lakeview who’s been missing
for a week. The gal came home from Bible College, to help her sick mother. No
boyfriends locally that anyone is aware of. She went to the pharmacy to pick up
medicine for her mom and hasn’t been seen since.”

A local
missing girl wasn’t as exciting as a rich woman in New York who’d married a
multimillionaire and then disappeared on his private island...

“Carol?
Hello, are you there?
She bumped back to the present.
“Huh?”

"What do
you think about that idea?

“Oh, yeah,
well it’s an idea.”

David put
the newspaper back on the end table. Have you checked with your writing friend,
Elizabeth?”

“About
what?”

“About the
topics of your books. She still reads and critiques them for you, doesn’t she?”

“Sure, when
she has time.” Elizabeth Sherwood was Carol’s best friend. Even though she only
lived a few blocks away, the two hadn’t seen one another for over two weeks,
and that was unusual. Elizabeth worked full time at a public relations firm and
was on the fast-track to the top, leaving her little time to spare for reading
yet another set of Carol’s manuscript pages. Elizabeth and her third husband,
Brian, had a volatile relationship that didn’t seem to be working. Carol was
worried about her. The last time she’d seen Elizabeth, her friend had a shiner.
Carol suspected that Brian had hit her, although Elizabeth denied it. She said
she ran into a door. Yeah, right.

“I haven’t
seen her for a couple of weeks. When I called Brian on Tuesday, he said she was
back east visiting her mother.” And, Brian had been quite evasive, now that she
thought about it.

She hadn’t
told David about the suspected abuse. First of all it was only that one time
that Carol was aware of. She didn’t want to tell David because he’d go over
there and knock Brian’s head off. A burble of uneasiness churned the chocolate
in her stomach. It was very strange that Elizabeth would leave town and not
tell her.

David stood
up fast, took a step and tripped over the dog. Poor Chauncy leapt up, barked
furiously before turning around three times to resume his nap. David took the
time to pat the dog’s big head then kept going.

“I have the
perfect plot for you.” David snatched a huge pair of binoculars off the fireplace
mantle, walked over to the sliding patio door and went into the back yard.
Carol followed him out, came up beside him and slipped her arm around his
waist.

“Remember
how I told you there was something strange about the couple who moved into that
house down at the bottom of the hill?”

“Yes. So?”

“When you
were at your tutoring session last month, they had a hell of an argument. I
almost called the cops.”

“And I told
you to stop spying on people or you’d be the one hauled off in handcuffs.”
Carol took the binoculars from her husband and looked at the blank windows of
the stucco house. “It looks deserted, like no one lives there anymore. Are you
sure they didn’t move out? Although, I don’t remember seeing any ‘For Sale’
signs posted out front.”

“He didn’t
move, I’ve seen him in the yard, but I haven’t seen her since that night.” A
cool breeze blew across the yard, raising gooseflesh on Carol’s arms.

“It’s like that Hitchcock movie.” David took
the glasses back, wiggled the knobs and scanned the property down the hill from
theirs.

“Rear Window,” Carol whispered. “Quick,
check the yard. Are there any new flowerbeds? Or a rock garden that wasn’t
there before?” She leaned over the fence and stared into the area below them.
“I’ll bet they had a fight, he hit her on the head harder than he thought and
killed her.” She paced back and forth on the small cement patio in the middle
of their grassy yard.

“Then, in
the middle of the night, when everyone was sleeping, he put her in the bathtub,
got a hacksaw from the garage and....”
“Stop! I don’t want to hear
any more.” David’s face had taken on a distinct green tinge. “I’m going to take
Chauncy for a walk and run him around up in the hills for a while.”

“ Okay,
sure. Good idea.” Her mind had already started wandering and her imagination
was poised to create.

“Think
about making something for dinner, huh? I’m getting hungry.”

Carol waved
a distracted hand over her head, her mind a whirl of ideas. She picked a
scratch pad and pencil off the kitchen counter as she headed down the hall. She
had at least six pads of paper in various sizes and colors scattered around the
house. She made sure there was paper handy so when good ideas popped into her
head she could write them down. At the present time she had two shoeboxes full
of paper scraps. Someday, when her novels started to sell, she would hire a
secretary to help her go through the mess. There were tons of good story ideas
in there.

Carol’s
office had been set up in the spare bedroom, nothing fancy. A card table with her
ancient computer, several reams of paper and a printer sat on a TV tray in the
middle of the room. She would get a better more up-to-date computer and a desk
after she sold her first book; maybe a fax machine and a scanner, too. That
would make it easier for her to communicate with her big New York publisher.
She chuckled at the thought. Well, it could happen.

She turned
on her computer and opened a new document.

“Let’s see,
missing woman, missing woman.” Carol stared at the screen but nothing came to
mind. She rested her chin on her left palm and drummed the fingers of her right
hand on the edge of the desk. “Okay, what if...what if...” Soon her nimble
fingers flew across the keys as ideas, names and bloodied bodies flooded her
brain.

She was so
lost in her work, that when the front door slammed open forty minutes later,
Carol jumped in her chair. She glanced at her watch and hurried toward the
living room feeling a bit guilty. She’d forgotten all about starting dinner.

David stood
panting inside the front door his face the color of slate. She could smell his
acrid sweat clear across the room. Chancy crouched at his side huffing and
drooling, his large pink tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

Terror shot
through Carol. She knew that rattlesnakes were active in the brown hills around
their house. One bite could kill Chauncy. And at forty-two, David was entering
heart attack country. “David, honey, are you all right?”

His head
bobbed up and down and he struggled for breath.

“A body. In
the hills. Woman. Dead.”

“Yeah,
that’s pretty good. I can work with that. Okay, you win.”

“This isn’t
about your book, Carol! It’s real!” He bent over, resting his hands on his
knees, sucking in air, trying to catch his breath.

“Nine-one-one.
Call nine-one-one. I found a woman’s body up in the hills.” A glaze of moisture
filled his eyes. “She didn’t have a face, Carol. The woman didn’t have a face.”

That was a long
first chapter, so here’s a short, quick doggy tip. Whenever you go for a walk
with your dog(s), be sure to take an umbrella along. If a stray dog attacks,
just open the umbrella in front of your dog. An animal won’t attack what it
can’t see, so you’ll both be safe.

Till next time.
Don’t forget to check out my latest book, How to Write a Mystery, now
available at www.amazon.com

Container rooms:
This room won 2nd place in the display contest. Club members had to make a room in a different kind of container. Love this idea! She found one of those storage boxes that had a scene on front and turned it into the perfect little shop!

Half scale set in smaller plastic paint can (I just saw these in Target in the dollar section; they are pretty small)

Cauldron room:

Pirates of the Caribbean scene: This was amazing and huge. About 3-feet long but it was hard to photograph so didn't get an outside pic. Best I could do as the insides were dark. All carved stone outside and tons of pirates etc. inside. First place winner.

Pix: Christine Verstraete - (I'll be glad to post your name and web link if I've included pix of your project)

November 12, 2012

Had a fun time this past weekend at the Wee C Dollhouse show in Elk Grove Village, IL. One of the best things about this show is the display room - fantastic displays! I'll share some of the pix of the many projects displayed during the next few days, so be sure to check back. (Sorry I should've used flash on some and didn't.) ** You can click pix to see them larger. **

A Bakery interior...

This was neat - a club project - tiny items and rooms inside papier mache cupcakes...

November 05, 2012

Now that my annual Halloween in Miniature event is over (see links under header if you missed it), I thought I'd share some other things I've been doing.

I've been busy! I had fun designing and making a new hanger dress pattern.The fun part was choosing colors. I especially loved the Halloween style dress and adding the glitter accents. (Those glitter glue pens are great! No mess!)

I have a pretty red and gold fabric I want to use for a Christmas dress next. Yes, I'm hooked! I'll show some more dresses as I get them made. Dresses will be available for order soon (after the show below) on my website. I also am making coordinating tote bags.

You can see the dresses, books and other stuff in person - I'll also be at the Wee C Dollhouse show this Friday and Saturday (11/9-10) Stop by if you're in the area!

Mini Treasures Award

Great minis site!

April A to Z Blog Challenge

A Mini a Day

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